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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I think I might have eaten a booger this morning, but I can't be sure.Birdie has taken a hard stand against morning naps and so we wrestle it out in the rocking chair. She slaps me in the face with her flailing free hand and works up a froth of spit and boogers to try to repulse me. To any regular person it would be a great defense. But I'm a mother, and it takes more than snot to send me packing.It's our morning smack down. I hold her close to me and I make sure to never ever lose.And I sing. Sometimes hymns, but mostly I sing Native American chants that I make up while I pat her bottom to the beat. We sing a lot in this house. Not well. But we do sing.

I thought I had a hang nail this morning and I went to bite it off with my teeth but it wasn't a hang nail. It was salty.I went ahead and swallowed anyway, because after all, I am a mother. These things don't phase me anymore.

Well if that didn't just solidify that we are going to make our family bigger I don't know what would.She is just a doll and you are one lucky mama to have that each and everyday. I had chatters but I don't remember either of my girls ever singing to me so sweetly :) Usually when it was so long, it was wailing because they were not happy.

I scooped poop out of the bathtub this morning with my hand and didn't blink twice. 4 kids ago I would have bleached, scrubbed and EWWWWed my way through it. Today I just scooped, flushed and rinsed. It's all in a days work!